The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you fo' real and you ain't Universal Your style sounds like a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the with the mic apparatus Challengin' the God of rap is madness, snatch your status With this lookin' billboard, you could stop them But I got enough albums to my own top ten
You limited the spread of traffic You my style off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the You chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar is eight of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, out, I begin to curve indispicuous Gotcha, on your and knees Ain't it about for some real emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a hunt you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about To say the least, a violent history It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get me My people don't see that, all they is stop hittin' me, huh Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you exist, huh
I think it's time we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop matter to me it matter to you? My crew If it does, you know what the to do Throw your guns in the air, it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of days
Let me tell you, let's hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June fifth That'll a message back to all 'em sellouts House nigga rapper, your bottom done out You even know how I told you I wasn't talkin' you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one right through Even St. Louis don't you